Little Abe, or, the Bishop of Berry Brow: Being the Life of Abraham LockwoodJewell, F.
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Little Abe, or, the Bishop of Berry Brow: Being the Life of Abraham Lockwood
Jewell, F.
Lockwood, Abraham, 1792-1871; Methodist Church -- Bishops -- England -- Biography
He was below the average height and of slender build, yet withal a
tough little man, and capable of performing as much work, and enduring
as great fatigue, as men who are much bigger and stouter made. Abe
used playfully to say, "Good stuff is mostly wrapped in small parcels."
"A penny is a great deal bigger than a sovereign, but yo' all know
which to tak' when yo' have your choice." "I'm nobbut a little un, but
bless God, I'm big enough for th' Holy Ghost to dwell in." "I doan't
tak' up much room in th' world, but I'm as happy as if I were as big as
Berry Braa Church." "I'm a little un mysen, but my Father is greater
than all."
His face was one of the happiest it was ever our good fortune to meet
with. A smooth, round, ruddy, comfortable face, over which the razor
had almost unlimited sway; his mouth was always in shape for a smile;
his eyes were of a light blue colour, and twinkled with life and
vivacity; his hair was always brushed back behind his ears, terminating
behind in a pretty little natural curl and whether it had the black
gloss of his younger days, or the snowy white of old age, it was always
neat and orderly. In early life he was very proud of his hair, and
bestowed a great deal of care in its cultivation and arrangement. When
he became converted, Abe's hair underwent a marvellous change. The
beautiful locks which had been so much admired and preserved with such
care, were roughly taken off by the family scissors and thrown into the
fire, and while they frizzled into smoke, Abe felt he had done the
right thing in casting down every idol and putting away every mark of
pride. Many and many a time in after years would he say to his wife,
"Naa then, lass, where's th' shears? Thaa mun clip my locks agean.
Samson gat clipt by his wife, and he were worth nought after, but thy
shears mak's me strong." Then Sally would gently snip the ends of the
curling fringe all around, while Abe, by way of encouraging her, would
put in, "We mun shun th' appearance of evil, thaa knows; cut a bit
more, lass;" and then she would very reluctantly sever another lock or
two, until he could be persuaded enough was taken off.
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